From the Editor

My first car, a 1964 Chevrolet Impala, was a triumph of function over form. It got me where I had to go (and it got there pretty fast), but it was hardly elegant. Just a big, boxy hunk of iron. Even then, I understood its aesthetic shortcomings: This was no Mustang or Thunderbird.

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Following our report on the top 20 social capitalists (January), several groups in the Company of Friends connected with social entrepreneurs to gauge the state of social capitalism in their own communities.